A Gift Foretold by Sayyed Nasrallah

A True Story, As Told by the Mother of Martyr Hassan Ali Beiz (ra)

One night in the late 1980s, I saw the Mujahid Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah in my dream.

At the time, he was not yet the Secretary-General.

He entered the room with a radiant face and a gentle, reassuring smile.

In his arms, he carried a small child wrapped in a blue cloth.

He approached us, stretched out his hands, and placed the child between my husband and me.

Then he said:

“This child is a gift to you.”

I awoke with a profound sense of peace; I immediately told my husband (who would later attain martyrdom):

“Abu Hassan, Sayyed Hassan has given us glad tidings of a child. It seems that Heaven is about to send us a gift.”

Nine months later, we were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, with brown eyes and an angelic face.

We had already decided to name him: Hassan.

Two months after his birth came the astonishing news: Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah had become Hezbollah’s Secretary-General.

At that moment, I remembered the dream.

Hassan grew up in a home shaped by jihad, under the care of a courageous Mujahid father, a man known for his steadfastness and determination.

Hassan was not devoted to the path of resistance through words alone. He volunteered with the Wounded Foundation, giving his time and effort to serving the wounded and their families, driven by a deep conviction in the duty of loyalty, service, and giving.

He was also active in the Ahyaa Association (for Reviving the Heritage of the Martyrs), contributing to social and humanitarian initiatives that strengthened solidarity and helped build communities marked by greater awareness and cohesion.

Within the university community, he served as a representative of the Educational Mobilization at the Faculty of Sciences of the Lebanese University, working to empower students and strengthen their role in both academic and social life.

He was also among the founders of the Association of Psychiatrists in Lebanon, helping lay an important foundation for a professional framework dedicated to raising psychological awareness and coordinating specialized efforts in service of people and society.

With courage and steadfastness, he joined the Resistance.

In time, Hassan followed the path of martyrdom, defending the holy sites in Syria and confronting the Takfiri groups.

In so many ways, Hassan was like his father.

On Teachers’ Day, Hassan wrote these words to his martyred father:

“Your words will forever bring my soul to life and stir within the depths of my heart, awakening a spirit that longs for you at every moment. My master, my father, my teacher, Abu Hassan... peace be upon your eyes.”

Then came the war of Awli al-Ba’s and with it, the greatest of sorrows: the martyrdom of Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah.

I could see in Hassan’s eyes a mixture of grief, anger, and a profound desire to avenge the blood that had been shed.

Before his martyrdom, on a night commemorating the martyrdom of the companions of Imam al-Hussain during the season of Ashura, he wrote:

“On your night, O noble ones, we remain grateful for your blood, which built the foundations of this Ummah and established an unbroken bond with Karbala, without doubt or hesitation. You have attained a station that makes us envy you day and night, as you journey toward the camp of al-Hussain in this age. You are the contemporary example, the living and unmistakable manifestation of this sacred journey toward the caravan of al-Hussain. No one is closer to him than you.”

And then, with pride mingled with an immeasurable sorrow, the news came:

My son Hassan had attained martyrdom in the very same battle in which Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah was martyred.

And in that moment, the mother’s memory returned to a distant night in the early 1990s—to a dream in which a radiant man entered her room carrying a child wrapped in blue, placed him between her and her husband, and said:

“This child is a gift to you.”

Years had passed.